a childhood friend family shopped there often. I mean...all of us was poor but shopping there seem worse. The crew and I clowned her a lot. Later in life (twentyish) she took me there and I wouldn’t get out the car. I sat in the car like a damn fool...

A few years ago, I learned GW isn’t just for clothes, the poor. I like to re-create...take something old and make it new again so I’m always on the hunt for something I can refurbish.

Another man’s junk is another’s treasure...